Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HUSBAND

"Emmm.." I muttered as Om Zidan's cold and stout hand touched my cheeks and nose. I can imagine how handsome he is now.

He must have been wearing a cocoa shirt, a sarong and a pecinya. Must look very handsome.

"Wake, Manda. He said he wanted Tahajjud together! Go, wakeup!" He pinched my cheeks and also my nose in turn. The real me is still lazy to wake up holding his hand. Asking him to stop pinching me.

"Don't want to wake up, is it?" Ask gently.

"Ten minutes to go, Om!" I even inched closer to him and placed my head on his thighs. "You're ready, huh?"

"Emmm, but I have to rewudhu' again. You canceled my ablution!" He was upset but still he stroked my head.

"Hehehe, sorry."

After I was satisfied with his hand. I woke up without being told to. I rubbed my eyes with a smile at how handsome my Husband is right now.

"Udah? Are you satisfied with the liatiin?"

Hehehe, I smiled shyly then got off the bed and immediately stepped towards the bathroom to ablaze.

I'm out of the bathroom. I saw Om Zidan already standing on his alphabet. In Mihrob there is also a prayer mat that is called for me there.

"Hurry now!"

I smiled and put on my face. While Om Zidan tidied the sarong and also the pecinya. He looked at me once more, making sure I was ready for him.

"For you, Manda!" He said while exemplifying me by touching his chin. I smiled and moved my face to cover my chin.

After that, Om Zidan straightened his body again. And we began to pray Tahajjud four rakaat, with Om Zidan as the priest and I his aunt.

My heart really beats fast every time it is imbued with it. Especially when I hear every word he says. It feels like my heart wants to come out for a moment.

Oh, ja. I forgot what my real name was. So my name is Annisa Amanda. Other people often call me Icha, while Om Zidan and my friends call me Manda. They say, the name Icha already a lot in school or around the house. So they chose to call me Manda.

I was astonished myself. My name is Annisa Amanda. But where do they call me Icha? Oh, no, it's up to them. They don't just call me Lisa. Lisa Blackpink is. Haha.

After Tahajjud prayer, Om Zidan and I both prayed. Unknowingly, my tears were dripping upon hearing and praying his prayers.

Om Zidan closes the do'a by reading the shalawat three times. I followed.

"Congratulations..." He suddenly turned around and immediately kissed me on the forehead and hugged me. His embrace felt so tight, warm and soothing. I couldn't bear to not hold her back.

"Wake me up later, will you?!" He said while releasing my body. He put his head on my thigh, held my right hand, kissed every book.

"Omm?" I poked her cheek. His closed eyes opened and looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Is Om Zidan not angry that Manda keeps calling Om like this?" My toot. Because to be honest, I felt that he was uncomfortable with me calling him 'Om'

"Why should I be angry, Manda? I know you like to call me that. Just call, I love to hear it!" He kissed my palm.

"Or, you want to change your call? What do you want to call me? The darling? Honey? Baby's? Or Hubby?"

I laughed at all the advice he gave me. I bowed my face, then kissed her right cheek. "It looks like Husband's Om is more suitable!"

"Hahaha, just call as you like, I never have a problem with that!"

"Hehehe, all right, my love!" I laughed as he clenched his cheek. I like him, I never question how old he is. I really fell in love for the second time with her. On him, Om the Jealous and Possessive.

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When the sun came up, Om Zidan and I were very clean. I'm in my school uniform. While Om Zidan with a shirt suit and also his work suit. He looks good in any outfit. But perhaps, he would be even more handsome if he didn't wear anything?

Haha. I don't know, yeah. Because until now, I've never seen him wear anything.

"Seat breakfast!" He said that I only ate half of my breakfast.

"It's full, Om!" I said with a spoiled tone.

"Leave three bribes, Manda. Spend it!"

"Haihihah... I'm full!" I stood up and lifted my hijab. Pointing to an already bloated stomach in Om Zidan. He chuckles at my behavior.

"All right, give it to me. Let me spend it!"

With a shy smile I pushed my plate at him. He was so. Doesn't like to see me leave or not finish my food or drink. And if it's like that, he's the one who's gonna spend it on me.

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After breakfast, we walked out of the kitchen. Om Zidan went upstairs first. Then come down again defying his briefcase and also my school bag.

"Thank you!" I said while taking over my dark blue backpack from his hand.

Zidan smiled as well. "Together, SWEET."

He gently grabbed my hand. Invite me to get out of the house.

Every school day, he sent me and picked me up. Sometimes if he can't, then he'll ask Brother Henny to drop me off or pick me up.

After traveling for about ten minutes. The car Om Zidan drove stopped. Right next to my school gate.

He looked at me, making sure that none of my hair or hair came out. If anything, then Om Zidan will put them in until everything looks neat.

"Serious learning! Reduce the playing in class!" Said reminds me.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't get close to the ones that aren't your mahram!"

"Yes, Om."

"Okay, I believe you!" Then he stroked my head, smiling as sweet as honey.

After that, I took his hand. Kissing the back of his hands and palms, then putting his hands back on my head.

"Get yourself!" Say it before lowering the car glass.

"Be careful, honey." I looked up at the car that had come a long way. I love him. I like him!

"Icha?" Call someone when my foot has just stepped into the gate. With a little laziness I turned my body to face the person.

And at once, my cute face turned out to be friendly, cheerful and full of sweet smiles. The sweetness is equivalent to a liter of pure honey.

"Good morning, Buk. Did you call me earlier?" I'm polite. She's Bu Diah, the Indonesian teacher in my class.

"Good morning too, Cha. Yes, I called you." Mom Diah's hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. Makes me a little uncomfortable. But I also did not dare to shake his hand. So I let it.

"Why did Mom call me? Is there anything I can do for Mom?" Polite I asked.

"There! But this is a secret, among us! I mean, you don't tell anyone, do you?"

"What is it, Buk?" I stopped my steps, when Miss Diah seemed to want to whisper something to me.

"Please matchlangin Mother dong, same Om Handsome it is!"

Whats?

I immediately frowned in disbelief.

Me? Comblangin is he the same Om Zidan?

Oh, No!

I can't, Mom! Zidan is my husband! It's good, Miss Diah wants to take it from me!!

"If you want, then I'll give you a test grid" he added. Still whispering in front of my ear.

I also exhaled slowly. Then I looked at Ms. Diah carefully. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Cha. That mother has had a long crush on your Om. After all, he's handsome and sholeh!" Even Bu Diah's cheeks flushed red when she said that to me.

"Oooo, so what do you want me to do for you?" Pretend I asked. Just curious, what effort does he want to make to get my HUSBAND's heart!

"Hehehe, for now. You just say the same with your om. So he can confirm Mom's on IG. Her IG's locked, so I can't get to her!"

Hid. Mom here, I know, why is IG Om Zidan locked down? That's because I asked for it, Mom!!!

"Okay, that's easy, Mom!" My word. I stared at my watch, ten minutes later the bell would ring. I have to get to class to put my bag down and get ready to go with the flag.

"Oh, yes, Mom. Well then, I go first, Mom!" I smiled kindly.

"Please, Son! Don't forget, matchlangin mom!" She cried Miss Diah without shame.

"A matchlangin? She thought I'd actually do that?" My movements as I walked towards my class on the second floor.

"In school, Miss Diah was still my teacher! But outside of school business, he'll be my rival!"

I opened the closed classroom door. There were five people in there. They are busy with their own business. There was Qonita, the makeup artist, who was busy with glass, lipstick and powder.

There is Ayu Sintiya Dewi, the diligent child who is reading a book, looks serious and deep.

There were two boys who were tidying their hair. Combing and also applying cooking oil until their hair looks like new.

And one more person is setting up the teacher's desk. She's Arina, the Ukhty who has a lot of respect for teachers and pays attention to everything that comes with teachers in our class.

"Good morning!" Sapaku to Qonita and also Ayu, coincidentally the two of them were sitting next to my desk.

"Morning, Manda" Ayu replied without taking her gaze from the book in her hand. Ignore it, he is!

"By the morning, Manda!" Reply Qonita. He was the same, his eyes still focused on the mirror in his hands. See if the lipstick isn't everywhere.

"Read me, Yu?" I sat next to Ayu. He didn't answer anything. Just showing me the cover of the book he read. Social Science. That's how the book cover reads.

Confused about what to talk about with Ayu or Qonita. I also choose to stay quiet, wait until the bell rings or until the other friends come and greet me. Then I will return their greeting. Except for the greetings from the male friends in my class who are all gesrek rada.